We made hearts from rocks on the shore of our favorite lake I made love to you while we painted our front room We spent endless amounts of time kissing in the forest I kissed your neck lovingly and often We cooked dinner together, there was so much pasta We spent a lot of time waking up together, but not a lot of time sleeping We had a fluffy white cat and a white front door Our little house in the woods was home I was cold and you were warm We drank too much whiskey and ***** straight from the bottle You used to get jealous Your fingers were always in my hair or on my hips I spent a thousand hours laying on your chest I waited for you Christmas was our season You love lemon bars I wore your sweatshirts In my mind you will always be in Boston The snow outside our house was always icy, it crunched under our feet We never got to finish anything we started You drove a nice car I used to trace hearts on your chest with my fingertips You used to give speeches about how much you loved me I reminded you of sunshine You smelled like home I died every moment without you We don't speak of Jon I still think of you first when I think of wolves You called me Alice I wanted nothing more than to be her You strayed from me once You would try to leave when you got angry I looked up at you from under my lashes I liked to kiss you softly You held me tight, like I was slipping away We started smoking around the same time You were my escape I was yours We spent most of our time together at night or on the weekends Holidays were our days You left but I always waited for you Your smile was always woofish, but you were always petting my hair You wanted to talk about kids I wanted you to come home You offered me the chance at the life we'd built You told me the truth once and it was always there in the back of my mind Even though our world was make believe, it was real to me This year would mark 9 years I miss you every single day I don't know how to escape all the feelings I have for you You're not what I pictured, but you're so beautiful Who we are fits together I was the one running for a little while I have no way to reach you now You won't let me buy the pieces of art that you create now, painting instead of helping me make worlds out of nothing You broke my heart again not too long ago Because I can't reach you to let you know that I love you, Jenny Even though You Lied, Love
Joe: 144 versus 1-2 It was the authenticity within the lie that trapped them both inside of it. They played God with a world they could not keep from collapsing, and now that it is gone they must bear the burden of the pieces that ended up trapped inside of them.